User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-2246928-20160404135018

Catching sight of the ferret, the vole kicked his devious mind into desperate overdrive. Ignoring the blood flowing down his face for the time being, Trokkin wrenched the strings of the purse farther so that more glittering gold began to spill from the purse. He did this while staring up at the band... and slowly beginning to back away from where he lay on the ground. "Gut th' stoat..." He rasped. "An' I'll give the bully who does a quarter of the gold in this purse, an' pay the rest o' ye for safe passage t' th' King! All the rest of the gold, split better than this idjit ever would! 'E's greedy!"